Spilt tea by Willameena









Spilt Tea
by Willameena

The rosey bear, the orangish fog.
The bluish horse, the whitest dog. 
Your dearest friends surround you each and one by one you begin to teach.
"Do not slurp or burp your tea, it's simply rude, do you see?" 
The rosey bear, he nods his head. 
The orangish frog, looks rather dead.
The bluish horse, he shakes his mane. 
The whitest dog, just wants to play.
"Now listen here, my dearest loves, I'll teach you how to wear your gloves." 
You show them not to pull or scratch or wipe the cake onto the back.
"To keep them white and simply neat you just continue this simple feat."
The whitest dog, just wants to play.
The bluish horse, he shakes his mane.
The orangish frog, looks rather dead.
The rosey bear, he nods his head.
You look at them and shake your head, for they will just not keep their heads.
"The tea is finally at an end."